"So Justin," Jimmy leads, "what's with that little red head we all saw you out with a few nights ago?"
He practically leans so far out in his seat that I expect him to fall. He doesn't.
"Just a fan that I met," I answer.
"You would tell me if it were more, right? Because we're all friends here," Jimmy Kimmel jokes.
I give a weak laugh, and we continue the interview without another word of Mollie.
****
Immediately after I walk out of the studio, I am attacked by paparazzi. "Who's is that red head?" "Are you guys in a relationship?" "How did you meet?" All day this story has been in the headlines. All of these questions have been answered. I don't understand why they still continue to pry when they already know everything that there is to know. I give my million dollar smile with a deuce.
Looking down to my phone, I see that it has been blown up with notifications. Several messages and phone calls are from Mollie. I absentmindedly hit redial.
"Oh thank God," she calls out, "I can't handle this! Can you please get all these people away from me?"
"What are you talking about," I ask.
"These stalkers- paparazzi."
My mind goes blank. How do I get the paparazzi away? There's absolutely no way. The paparazzi are like an incurable disease.
"I don't know," I sigh, "Just stay inside."
"Just stay inside..." she mumbles back.
Impulse gets to the better of me. I hang up the phone.
"Kenny, stop the car!" I order.
"Justin, the paparazzi are right there."
"Just stop!"
The SUV slows to a stop on the side of the road. I unbuckle and open the door to get out. As if on que, the paparazzi hums around me. The flashes go off and the trivia begins.
"That girl you all saw with me is named Mollie. I had just met her that night at a club. She is a really big fan, and nothing more. Please leave her alone! Quit harassing her! There is nothing more to tell. Got it?"
Not waiting to hear another word from the harassers, I get back into the vehicle. I dial Mollie's number once more.
"I hopefully fixed your problem," I say as soon as she picks up.
"Thank you."
"Yep. Gotta go now."
"Bye."
I don't know what it was... I guess I've finally had enough with with the paps. All their lies and harassment. It's all fucking bullshit. I understand that they've got to make a living, but once they've learned the truth, they should drop it and stop making lies.
My phone rings. Not bothering to look at the caller ID I answer it.
"Justin, who is that girl?" she squeals in an accusing tone.
"A fucking fan, Selena!" I yell back.
What the fuck is the big deal? Even if Mollie and I were anything more it shouldn't be a big deal. It's no ones fucking business. Lord forbid, anyone find out that I made out with her. We'd have to alert the Marine Corp.
"That's all it better be."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means that your my fucking man, Justin! No one can have you, but me."
"Cry me a river."
"I'll snap that little bitches neck if you are together."
"Your pathetic," rage drips from my words, "and you wanna know something? I made out with that girl."
Without a response I hang up the phone. I don't know why I told her that. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment, or I just wanted her to feel jealous.
I've been seen out with other fans. Why is everyone making such a big deal out of Mollie and I? It's probably because she's so gorgeous- everyone's jealous.
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